i'm always here, ain't it.
people come and go, but i'm always here.

old people are coming back.
do i still treat them the same? or do i not?
the paradox of choices.

i kinda miss econs. when social sciences make sense. commonsense.
soci and social work are too abstract for me. lit's the max.
i am afraid.

you know, i hate having an expectations to fulfill.
and perhaps this is the first time i am so concerned about my grades,
about the need to fulfill the expectations.
and this feeling sucks. badly.
i want so badly to do well. but i am not. not living up to expectations.
if i lose it, mummy will be so upset. me, myself too.

i always make the wrong choices. and i hate making one.
selfishly, i want the best of both worlds.
tell me who doesn't?

one thing i like about uni is hall. i like the genuine closeness.
the rest should just diminish into thin air.
i hate the system. i hate the lecturers. i hate the tutorials.
i hate the apparent cold school.

angst. very angsty.
but this is life ain't it.
i see my dreams too far. too unattainable.

where art thou?
hope?
am i dumb?
deux freaking années longues

annie are you ok?
will you tell us that you are ok?